You make me feel like a murderer
by BethanyKatherine
Summary: Miley, Oliver, and Lilly are in high school, and there's a dance coming up. Neither Miley nor Oliver has a date. Lilly proposes a solution. ...don't own, don't sue...
1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Don't own, so don't sue. This goes for all chapters, because I'm too lazy to copy and past this onto each page.

Also, as far as the lyrics go at the end of the story, I don't own any of those, although I wish I could have the bands living in my basement. All the music inspiration for this story is amazing. You should go listen to it. Right now! Seriously!

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"I am seriously such a loser," Miley said loudly, tossing her phone aside.

"Why's that?" Oliver asked, joining her in the living room with a bowl of popcorn and drinks. "Is Lilly coming?"

"That was her. She's been calling me all day and updating me on who's asked who. There are literally no girls left in the school without dates except me and—"

"OHMYGOSH!" Lilly burst into the house excitedly. "Austin from homeroom just asked me to the dance!"

"I have truly hit rock-bottom," Miley said to the ceiling.

"I'm going to the daaance!"

"Don't worry about it, Miley, you'll get asked."

"Oliver, don't you get it? The dance is next week. All desirable guys have already asked girls to go with them." She listed a few couples that had just paired up that day. "There are literally none left."

"Well, I don't have a date," he replied quietly, picking at a snag on the couch.

"Gonna dance! Gonna dance!"

"Oh come on, Oliver, you know I didn't mean it that way."

"I know you didn't."

"You can still ask someone," she said encouragingly.

"No, like you said, all the girls have been asked."

"Dance, dance, dance!"

"Lilly, give it a rest! We're all very happy for you."

"Sorry," she said, not sounding it. "Now what's all this business about you two losers being dateless?" Miley and Oliver glared.

"I mean that in the nicest way possible. But really, I can't believe you haven't seen the obvious solution."

"I mean, she gets asked to the dance and suddenly she's an expert," Miley said to Oliver, smirking.

"Yeah," he said, smirking too, "we're really lucky she's deigning to help us poor, pitiful—"

"Ahem," said Lilly, looking mildly annoyed. (Only mildly mind you, because, after all, she had a date to the dance!) Her two friends looked at her, still snickering. "You can wipe those smirks off your faces; I'm talking about you two going together."

Miley and Oliver started at each other in surprise.

"Hmm," she said thoughtfully, watching him consideringly. He nodded, conveying his reciprocal consideration.

"Well? Isn't that a good idea? You're both complaining about being dateless, you're good friends, why not? There'll be no stress, no awkwardness, no pressure, no drama."

Miley nodded contemplatively. "I _am_ dateless."

"And will continue to be," Oliver put in.

"Well, _you're_ not going to ask anyone," she shot back quickly.

"Not a chance," Oliver agreed sincerely.

"Sounds like a good plan to me.'

"I'm game."

Then the three friends turned on the movie and passed around the popcorn.


	2. Chapter 2

A few days later, Miley and Lilly were at the mall, dress shopping. Lilly had already picked her dress and purchased it. It was a little black dress with a v-neck and a choppy hem-line that swished around her legs. Miley, however, was having a much harder time finding a dress to her liking.

"I don't know, Lilly, this just doesn't seem right." She had on a sparkly read halter party dress. She swirled the skirts around. "I just can't seem to find anything where I _feel it_, you know?"

"I don't see why you're making such a big deal out of this, that's all," Lilly said reasonably. "You've tried on heaps of dresses and they've all looked great on you."

"That's just it. I keep trying to picture myself all dressed up on the night of the dance, and when Oliver sees me…"

She caught a glimpse of Lilly's shocked expression in the mirror and averted her eyes, wishing fervently that she wasn't so obviously blushing. "I just want to make sure I find the right one. That's all."

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A day or so later Lilly and Miley sat at lunch, watching Oliver a few tables away making a fool of himself.

"Um, excuse me, miss, but there's no smoking in here."

"I'm not smoking."

"That's where you're wrong, baby; 'cuz from where I'm standing you are _smokin_'."

The girl got up and left.

Oliver called after her, "Can I call you?"

"_Cool_," Miley said sarcastically. "Really wish he's cut _that_ out."

"What's your deal? You've been really crabby all week."

"I don't know what's wrong with me, Lilly. It's like all of the sudden I'm really—"

"Hey, ladies." Oliver sidled over to them and took his seat. "What have I missed?"

"Not much, but I think you may have lost your last few shreds of dignity over there," Miley said unkindly.

"Her?" Oliver glanced over his shoulder, oblivious to the hostility directed his way. "Yeah, she wants me."

Miley opened her mouth again, but Lilly interrupted her. "We have to go. We'll see you in class, Oliver."

She took Miley's shoulders and steered her out of the cafeteria.

"You have _got _to chill out," Lilly said when they were safely in an abandoned hallway.

"_Don't_ tell _me_ to chill," Miley said sharply. "_He_'s the one running around being all 'hot.'"

"Miley, he is one of your best friends," Lilly said seriously. "You _cannot_ treat him that way. I won't let you."

"Give it a rest, Lilly. I don't have time for this. I'm out of here." She turned and stalked off down the hall, leaving her best friend staring after her in amazement.

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A/N: Here's the dress Lilly's wearing to the dance.

However, if you don't like it/don't think it suits her/whatever, my feelings won't be hurt if when you read the next chapters you just imagine her in some other dress.

Hope you're liking the story! Some of my favorite scenes are coming up next.

Ohhhh PS the red party dress Miley wore in this chapter is the dress I wore to Sweethearts last year! It is über fabulous, but alas, not right for this story.


	3. Chapter 3

a/n: hey, I know there was som confusion with the dresses in the last chapter: I'm super bad at describing them, sorry! I also tried to post the links in but wouldn't let me--if you really want to see the ones I based them off of online then just let me know when you review (wink wink) and I'll send you the links...oh and PS, this story gets a lot better...I promise, I know it's starting out pretty slowly, but it's probs my fave story that I've written in a while--thanks for reading!

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The two girls didn't speak for the rest of the day, that night, or the next morning.

Oliver found Miley at her locker. "Hey."

She glanced at him briefly and said, "Hi."

"I heard you had a fight with Lilly."

"It's nothing. I was in a bad mood and said some things I shouldn't have. I'll talk to her later, I guess."

"Anything I can do to help?"

Miley thought of him shamelessly flirting with other random girls, and the feeling of fiery rage that boiled up within her. She felt a shadow of it beginning to surface now. "No," she said, forcing the fire down. "No, we're good."

"'Kay," he said. He hugged her quickly and then left for class.

Miley slammed her head against the locker and groaned miserably. The final bell sounded and she sighed.

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Miley sat stewing bitterly in science class. It was the last subject of the day, and thank goodness, because she was losing her mind. She frowned at Oliver across the room.

"Hey, hey, be my lab partner?" His newest victim acquiesced and he added smoothly, "Maybe sometime we could meet up at the beach and be dinner partners. Whaddaya say?"

Miley whimpered and put her head down on her arms. 'Why me?' she thought sourly. 'Why _him_?'

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Miley popped up at Lilly's locker.

"Okay, I know I was a total jerk earlier, but please tell me we can deal with that later—I've got major boy issues that need to be dealt with ASAP."

Lilly nodded and the two best friends headed out the door, heads bent together in emergency counsel.

Miley explained how over the past week she had been feeling increasingly possessive of Oliver.

"It's like…he's my date, and I know we're just going as friends…but every time I see him talking to another girl, I feel like a murderer—like I want to murder her, or _him_, or _both_! It's so weird, I've never really felt this before."

"So that's why you were so wigged out before?"

"Yeah. Look, I'm so sorry. That was _not_ okay for me to—" Miley began apologetically.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we'll deal with all that later," Lilly interrupted. "Don't you realize what you've just said?"

"The 'I'm sorry' part?" Miley guessed.

"_Nooo_, the murderer part!" Lilly said excitedly

"Oh yeah, that. Listen, don't let that get out," she said seriously. "People will think I'm crazy."

"_Or_, they'll think what I think, which is that you like Oliver."

"What!" Miley demanded, taking this as a personal affront. "I do not."

"You _so_ do! The evidence: you're going to the dance with him, you want to look perfect, and you can't stand the sight or thought of him with other girls…you totally like him!"

"I do, don't I?" Miley admitted miserably.

"Come on, don't be like that. We'll turn this insane jealousy into the perfect recipe for looove."

"But, Lilly, I don't even have a dress yet. The dance is tomorrow night, and I haven't even found my perfect dress."

"I have an idea…"

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The next day at school, Lilly and Miley were enraptured in animated conversation at their lockers. Oliver walked up to them.

"So I see we've made up." They nodded. "Ooh, hold that thought," he said, as two senior girls walked by.

Lilly rolled her eyes and followed him, "Ollie, do us a favor: lay off the other chicks. You're taking a fabulous girl to the dance tonight: focus on her."

Miley smiled on the other end of the hall. It was good to have her best friend back.


	4. Chapter 4

"Sooo…." Oliver said later that day. It was just the two of them in the hallway, surrounded by the sounds of excited chatter and lockers slamming. There was an early release to give students preparation time for that evening's dance. "Are you excited for tonight?"

"Very," Miley said, closing her locker door and leaning on it, turned to face him. "And you?"

"Also very excited." And he was surprised at how true that felt.

"I'll see you at seven, then." She turned and walked outside, her footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

He felt a sudden thrill, watching her walk away. He ran a hand through his hair, suddenly very much looking forward to the night ahead.

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"You look _awesome_!" Lilly squealed. She had had the idea of borrowing an old dress of Miley's mother's. It had a tight, fitted bodice with intricate embroidery, tiny spaghetti straps, and full, floor-length, flowing skirts. It was made of fine peacock-blue silk that shone in the light. Her hair was done up in twists and curls with tiny cream flower buds; they would compliment the yellow boutonnière she had for Oliver, and the rich yellow rose corsage that he would give to her (She and Lilly had picked it out and Robby Ray had run it over to Oliver's house earlier). She had a lighter blue wrap on her arms to keep off the chill, and a pale silver silk clutch in her hand.

"I'm so nervous. Oh my gosh, what if he thinks I look stupid? I don't know about this. I don't think I can go out there." Miley was in full fret mode.

"Stop worrying, you'll mess up your makeup." Miley looked at her with pitiful, pleading eyes. "Okay, do you want my opinion?" Her best friend nodded fervently. Lilly steered her around and planted her firmly in front of the mirror. "As long as her brings his eyes with him tonight, he won't be able to keep them off you."

Miley smiled gratefully, and then squealed loudly as the doorbell rang.

Lilly peaked out the window. "It's him! Go!" She gave Miley a push out the door and then followed silently.

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A/N: to see Miley's dress go to Google and type in "prom dresses" and click on the first link...the dresses are grouped four to a page, I think it's on like the third page of dresses and it's in the lower right-hand corner; it's blue, and wonderful! It's called "The Plush Life"

Um, also I don't know if her mom had dresses lying around or what, but in this story she did. Just go with it.

PS I just watched "O Say Can You Remember the Words" on Disney Channel and basically fell in love with Oliver all over again. He would be my favorite character. EVER. Besides Phil Diffy…Anyway…


	5. Chapter 5

a/n: sorry for the looong wait, I'm just trying to make you sweat it out and drum up some more reviews. Just kidding. I've just been at work and haven't had time to reread and edit this chapter. But you don't really care about any of this, you're just here for the chapter! Read away, my friends! And as always, if you really like it, drop me a review: it makes me happy and more inclined to get the next chapter uploaded :)

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Miley walked hesitantly into the living room, where Oliver was standing by the door. He was wearing the customary black tux with a pale blue dress shirt, but somehow to Miley he looked more adorable than anyone else she's ever laid eyes on. Including Orlando Bloom. Definitely cuter than Orlando Bloom.

All the lights were off except for the kitchen light over the sink and the porch light glow through the open door.

Oliver looked up as she stepped slowly into the room. She seemed to him to move in slow motion. Her head was tilted down, and her dark hair shone. Silk rustled around her like a cascade of luminance.

She approached him shyly. For a pop star, so used to performing in front of thousands of cheering fans, she certainly was nervous now.

Not that he was doing any better.

"Hey," he said finally. "You look…" She looked up at him and the light caught sparkles in her eyes. His breath stopped in his throat and his voice died. He blinked and shook his head. "You look…" he finally croaked, "like a rock star."

She smiled and laughed nervously.

"Um…the flowers!" she said quickly. She got the box off the table and fumbled it in her hands, trying to open it; Oliver produced the large yellow rose, and they both remained awkwardly far apart.

She braced herself and stepped towards him. She could feel the warmth of his body; she shivered, being so close. She pinned the flowed to his jacket, stepped back, and held out her wrist. As he tied the ribbons gently, she felt her shallow breathing become quicker; each time his fingers brushed her skin she felt an electric shock. "Thanks," she whispered.

"Ready to go?" Robby Ray asked jovially, striding into the room.

Miley and Oliver jumped and whirled around, staring at him.

"Lilly's waiting outside, we're swinging by to get her date on the way to dinner." The two teenagers nodded.

"Silence," Robby Ray said to no one in particular. "Always a good sign."

They met Lilly outside and drove to Austin's house. Lilly talked excitedly the whole way to dinner, while Miley and Oliver sat in complete silence.

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a/n: remember, review make me happy! and happy authors post chapters :) (yes, I am bribing you)


	6. Chapter 6

At the restaurant, Lilly hopped out of the limo and dashed towards the door. "Hurry up, you guys! I love this place!"

They sat at their table for maybe two seconds before Lilly and Miley ran off to the bathroom. "Why aren't you talking?" she asked, incredulous.

"I don't know! I can't think of anything to say to him!"

"But you're best friends."

"Sure, but he didn't used to be so—so—"

"Well-dressed?" Lilly supplied.

"HOT!" Miley burst out, and Lily squealed. "No, like seriously, how have I never noticed his great smile, or his hair, oh my gosh, and his eyes…seriously—make—me want—to die."

"So you really like him?"

"Yes!"

"And tonight you're hoping for…?"

"The best?"

"So get out there and work it!"

"I can't! Every time I even _think_ about talking to him I start sweating and panicking that I'll say something totally stupid and he'll think I'm a complete idiot—"

"Hon, he's your best friend, he already thinks you're terrific."

"Yeah, but best friends and terrific—that's standard."

"Okay." She turned her towards the mirror again. "He thinks _all_ of you is terrific. Seriously, I was watching him when he first saw you tonight. I thought he was going to blast into space or combust or something. You thought he was hot? I'm guessing that 'hot' doesn't even cover what he thought of you."

"Oh, Lilly, do you think so?" she breathed, reaching for Lilly's hand.

"Totally. Hey, we'd better get back out there. Just remember to be calm, be cool, breathe…and just in case I put your daddy's extra-strength deodorant in your purse."

Miley smiled gratefully at her. She squeezed Lilly's hand and then they ran back out to the table.


	7. Chapter 7

a/n: I apologize in advance, this chapter is just kinda of weird...and now I'm just too lazy to fix it, hahaha

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Oliver looked up as she approached. "Hey gorgeous," Austin said to Lilly. Both Oliver and Miley wished that simple comment had been between them.

"So, what are you getting?" Miley asked, narrowly avoiding eye contact. Oliver stared at her. "To eat?" she offered.

"Oh!" he said, blushing. "Um…spaghetti."

"Meatballs?" she asked.

"Hate 'em," he answered. "Have since elementary school."

"What? How can you hate them? They're meatballs—they're delicious! You can't have spaghetti without them. I'll prove it to you." She ordered her pasta with extra meatballs.

They may have only been talking about pasta, but at least they weren't imitating a pair of deer caught in headlights anymore. And thank goodness for Lilly and Austin, both voluble characters, who kept the conversation constant, if not flowing.

Once their food got to the table, Miley speared a meatball off her plate and offered it to Oliver. "Tell me it's not amazing," she dared him. He ate it quickly, realizing immediately that it was still very hot. Tears stood out in his eyes and he reached for his water.

"Alright?" she asked. He nodded. She began to giggle, and at first he looked upset, but he couldn't stay annoyed for very long in the face of her laughter.

He grinned at her and said, "Oh, very funny, laugh at me in this moment of weakness. This is all your fault, you know."

"Oh yes, I'm very sorry." She smiled hugely at him, looking not so much sorry as giddy.

"Well, you should be," he smirked.

"I'll make it up to you later," she vowed, sipping her water and looking at him through her eyelashes.

He glanced across the table at Lilly pleadingly. Lilly sighed, smiling patiently, and got up from the table, taking Oliver with her.

"Did you have dinner before you came or what?"

"Lilly, I'm completely frozen up!" he gushed frantically. "She looks so—so—"

"Beautiful? Lovely? Amazing? Fantastic? Gorgeous?"

"All of the above?" he answered weakly.

Lilly squealed gleefully. "Tell her that!"

"Every time I look at her I want to vom," he said darkly.

"_Don't_ tell her that," she advised.

"No, I mean, I just get so nervous, it's like I can't form sentences or say anything normal." Suddenly an expression of discontent took over his face. "How awful for her that she got all dressed up for this dance only to be going with _me_."

Lilly gaped at him, horrified. "Oliver, she dressed up _for you_. She _wants_ to be here with you." He still looked skeptical and miserable. "Look, you like her, right?" she guessed.

He nodded, partly in agreement, partly in dawning realization.

"_Show_ her that. You're her best friend, you know how to make her happy—go with your instinct." She added thoughtfully, "And if you're feeling kinda—you know—just, just go."

They returned to the table and finished dinner, continuing to talk lightly. Things were better between Miley and Oliver, but they were still acting awkward.


	8. Chapter 8

Robby Ray dropped the four off at the beach where a huge stage and dance floor had been set up; Rico's had been transformed into a smoothie bar, and the lights and music were rocking the beach.

Oliver stepped out of the limo and offered his arm to Miley. "Milady?"

She smiled at him and took his arm. "Ooh, I never thought I'd say this, but it sure is cold at the beach tonight."

He debated quickly in his head and then put his arm around her, pulling her in a half-hug towards him. She took a long moment to inhale and then looked up at him. He had actually managed to grow quite a few inches taller than her since they'd reached high school. She relished the feeling of being held. She was concentrating intently on splitting her focus between walking straight and his arm on hers. This was very difficult.

They walked towards the dance floor and stood on the edge, swaying awkwardly to the music.

Miley turned to him and started to say, "Do you—" just as he said, "Miley—" She waited anxiously for him to continue.

"I can't do this," he said, turning away and walking quickly towards the smoothie bar.

Miley stared after him in disbelief, feeling a wave of hot tears rush at her from some unknown place.

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Lilly realized that she hadn't seen her friends in a while and went off in search of one or hopefully both of them. She found Oliver by the smoothie bar, slurping noisily, a half a dozen empty glasses cluttering the counter near him. "Oliver!" she exclaimed. "Where's Miley?"

"Lilly," he said wetly, putting down his smoothie. "I couldn't do it. I tried to tell her, but I just—I couldn't."

"So you ran off?" she was incredulous.

"Yeah. Then I guess she took off, too."

"Oh my gosh." She put a hand to her forehead. "Oliver, you do realize that she probably thinks you don't like her now, right?"

"Oh no," he wailed morosely. "I'm ruined." He pitched forward onto the counter, burying his face in his arms.

"Okay, okay, calm down. " She patted his back and thought quickly. She ordered several glasses of water and ordered him to drink them. Then she told him not to move while she went off in search of Miley.


	9. Chapter 9

Lilly found Miley huddled next to a palm tree a ways down the beach, face-in-arms sobbing.

"Miley? Honey?"

"He doesn't like me!" she wailed! "He—he—he—wahhhhh!"

Lilly would have been heartbroken for her if she hadn't known that this, in fact, was untrue. She knelt down beside her friend in the sand, put an arm around her, and dried her tears. "Tell me what happened." She listened patiently as Miley told her, still gasping and hiccupping.

"I'll _slap_ him!" Lilly declared angrily. Miley looked at her curiously with tear streaked eyes. "Okay, here's the deal: I saw how he was looking at you earlier—he was definitely smitten. We'll fix your make-up, I'll go get him, you can tell him how you feel, and then you two can get past the weirdness and enjoy the rest of the night."

"I don't think so," Miley said softly, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. "I just want to go home and be alone, I think."

Lilly was horrified. "Nooo. You can't go! Please stay?"

"No. I already feel awful enough. I guess this is just proof that we're not meant to be. Now I just want to go home and deal with that realization." She was on the verge of breaking down again.

"At least stay long enough to say goodnight," she asked desperately. Miley nodded, and Lilly breathed in relief. She wiped the mascara traces off her friend's face and brushed some of the sand off her skirts. They got up and walked back towards the main area of the beach.

"Stay here," Lilly commanded firmly. She marched up to Oliver. "Listen, pal," she said seriously. "She's really upset. You have to tell her how you feel _right now_ or you will lose the moment and you will lose _her_. Got it?" Oliver looked up at her, looking pitifully wrung-out. "Alright," she acquiesced. "One more smoothie for nerves, but then you've got to buck up and do it."

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Lilly nodded him in Miley's direction and, taking a deep breath, he started towards her.

She saw him coming and looked frantically for somewhere to duck and hide. She found nothing, and was forced to look at him when he reached her. Part of her was urging her legs to stride briskly away, yet she stayed rooted to place, unable to move.

"Hi," he said.

"Hey," she replied in a small voice, wiping self-consciously at her face again.

"I have to tell you something very important," he said very quickly. "Please don't leave until I've said it."

She nodded. "I'm listening."

He exhaled and looked up at the sky. "When I saw you tonight…" he hesitated for a long moment and Miley could feel her heart beginning to break all over again. "Miles, you looked more beautiful than ever. I realized that…that although you're one of my closest friends, we're not as close as we could be. As I'd like us to be."

Miley stood frozen, unbelieving. Tears clung to her lashes and shone brightly.

"I really like you," he said in a rush.

"I like you, too," she said, thinking how impossible it was that he was speaking the words she so desperately wanted to hear. "I do want more than friendship." Her heart was un-icing and warming up as it began to beat quickly.

"I've never really done this before," he began, breaking the small silence that had formed between them, "but isn't this the part where I kiss you?"

"I really hope so," she said quietly.

He stepped quickly towards her, put a hand on her shoulder and one on her face, and kissed her.

Anything he had been feeling all night was dwarfed by this. He felt like a bolt of lightning was tearing through him, setting his nerves on fire and filling him with passion and courage.

Her heart lit up and she threw her arms around his neck, pulling closer to him and wishing the moment would never end.

When he leaned back, he was breathing heavily.

"I told you I'd make it up to you," she said breathlessly.

"Girl, you got me, he said weakly.

She suddenly started laughing. "That wasn't so bad," she said, and he agreed. "Can you believe how nervous we were?"

"I thought I was going to throw up!" he said.

"_Me too_!"

"I couldn't eat!" he confessed.

"I noticed that, you must be starving."

"Nah, I drowned my sorrows in smoothie."

"Sorrows?" she looked at him quickly.

"I thought I'd messed it all up with you. Lilly told me you were going to leave."

"I was," she said quietly. "I wanted to."

"I'm glad you didn't," he said, looking into her eyes, experiencing the same thrill as always, that _she_ was looking back at _him_.

"Me too," she agreed, gazing up at him and trying to pretend that his hands on her weren't all that was holding her down to earth.

"You wanna dance?" he asked.

"No," she said, ducking her head and twisting slightly away, "I'm all gross."

"Miley," he said in a low voice, turning her back to face him. Golden sand fell in a flurry from her skirts. "I think you look gorgeous." He took her hands and pulled her into the pulsating mass of jumping bodies. Soon they were jumping around with them, dancing like fools and laughing.

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After a long stretch of fast songs, a slow one began. Miley continued to jump around, dancing to the previous song, being purposefully elusive.

"Miley," he said, calling her on it. She pretended not to hear him. He took her arm and she stopped. "Dance with me."

She nodded and fell into his arms, resting her cheek against his shoulder, and happily feeling his warmth. Being this close, she could smell that clean boy smell of his and could feel his heart beat against her own. She closed her eyes and held onto him, relishing the feeling of his arms wrapped around her.

At one point he stopped moving, even though the song was still going. She looked up at him in sleepy surprise, and felt him kissing her again.

She whimpered softly and stepped closer to him, getting up on her tiptoes to be closer to his mouth. She felt her happiness would be eternal if only she could remain right here—like this—with him.

"I think I love you," she whispered against his lips, unsure if he heard her.

"I know I love you," he whispered back, and at that moment she felt a burst of warmth in her heart.

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